Max,.... HA! HA! HA!.. You jest haft'a love the "simplisity" of tha longbow tho!!
Year's ago (early '70's), I let a feller convince me thet my longbow was "out-dated", he told me thet I needed to git one of them new-fangled compound bows to go hunt'n "proper". One satuday afternoon I hopped in my pickup for a visit to the "new" sport'n-goods store thet jest opened in town. When I walked in the door I was shocked by all the new fangled stuff be'n offered, hang'n on tha walls, displayed in the "display cases", big "banners" with pitchers of champion-archers with ther gear, and etc. I was a liddle surprised to discover thet my "earlier advice" had come from the owner of the new sport'n goods store. We visited for a while, and he asked if I'd like a cup of coffee and a doughnut (for customers ONLY). While I munched on my doughnut and sipped coffee, he told me 'bout all the "CHAMPIONSHIP TURNYMENTS" be'n won with compound bows. I'd never seen a compound bow before, or, heard of any of the champion bow shooters he was tell'n me 'bout, so I grabbed anuther doughnut (while he advanced, to what I now call "stage 2").
"Stage 2", began with him pull'n a bow down from the it's place on the wall, and introduce'n me to a new-fangled feel'n (I later found out, it's called "sticker shock"),.... while he seemed distracted, and was talk'n 'bout stuff I'd never heard of before,.... "magknee'sium riser", "lambinated limbs", "composit pullys", and etc. I grabbed anuther doughnut.
He explained the new compound bows to me for 'bout 45 minutes (8 doughnuts in "real time"), then looked me over real good and handed me one of the bows. WOW!!.... he said it "fit" me perfect, and he was very excited. He started pull'n stuff from the counter-display case,.... "bow quiver", "sights", "sight pins", "3 foot stableizer", some kind of "trigger-release", "arrow staight'n'er", and 'bout 1/2 a "pickup-load" of other stuff.
After he got everthin thet I "needed" all totaled up on the cash-register, I was feel'n purty sick, and my head was start'n to spin,..but, I thought maybe it was the doughnuts. I started feel'n a liddle better 'bout half-way home (11 miles), 'cept for feel'n tired, even tho I kept switch'n the huge sack of "bow'n stuff" from one shoulder to the other. I was also wish'n I'd had him throw in a new pair'a boots 'fore I signed over the title of my 2 year-old pickup, to him,.... and,.. by the time I finally got home,.... I remembered the new Rem. model 700 BDL, and, model 870,.. STILL in the pickup gun rack.